...and everyone thinks that that sad fact is somebody else's fault, that they play no influential role in that destructive process of alienation.

In walks somebody just trying to occupy a bag of water as thoughtfully as he can, and you folks just unload your magazines into his steaming flesh.

Then you walk away and pretend like it's all about Eric Schaeffer, all about what THEY did to YOU.

Baloney. You live in a world filled with words and only words and you hear less than 10% of what is said. You hear ALL the words, but comprehend NONE of the meaning.

Why don't you just TRY to believe how someone MIGHT BE right, first? How about coming from a place where we're all one life on one planet for once in your lives?

Afraid to be THAT vulnerable in public, skooter?

I come from this place. Alot more than most. So does Eric Schaeffer.

Pardon me for feeling farther along than most people. I believe anyone who comes from a place of unified consciousness should be congratulated, given the benefit of the doubt, and certainly not castigated and ostracized in public because of some hit piece written by someone coming from a hateful place in their lives.

...for managing to offend people who actually offend me and are a pock mark on the behind of humankind.

Catholicism, in its original conception and intent, was about being a universal spiritual practice. A worthy goal in its time.

But land ownership, money and, yes, WEAPONS, got in the way. At first it was completely understandable...they were feeding Christians to the lions, and doing things like forcing them to sit on hot iron chairs and die an agonizing death while they watched their children being eaten alive by hungry lions and tigers. Most unflattering, this brutality that Christians seemed to inspire.

The Romans really did do death very well. They truly enjoyed watching other people die. No point in contemplating an afterlife or reincarnation. Who the hell would want to come back to a world that allowed such horrible things to come to pass on each other? I can see someone readily embracing their own demise at the THOUGHT of such an end to their life. You not only DIED, you died feeling broken-hearted, betrayed, abandoned and alone. Lovely people, those Romans.

My point here is that folks who worship under the Catholic banner (I was one, long ago), literally screen out the inconvenient fact that their spiritual practice has devolved into mock devil worship over its two millenia history. They danced with the devil and the devil didn't change. Imagine my shock.

Catholicism is an evil pox on the collective consciousness. It begets what it is. Those who would defend it can only do so by offending the whole of humanity. Such is the nature of human evil.

But feminism is no cure, either. Deconstructing everything into tiny little pieces doesn't achieve much beyond the tautology that, "there=not here."

Generally speaking, if I look up and see relative infinity and look down and see the same thing, I need to listen to the woman in my life and accept that I am lost and need some help. But as long as the Sun is up in the sky and I am the man that I am, I will find a reason to keep trying to reason. As long as I know that the journey of tearing things apart just to end up putting things back together is a side trip, not the whole trip, I feel pretty comfortable telling the Catholics off and Rebecca Traister that even a broken clock is right twice a day.